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All and Sundries; Saturday [ 05/21 ].

Gadget wasn't quite sure what had happened to her very clever apparatus for helping her get up to the counter at the store, but that didn't concern her too much. It wouldn't take much work for her at all to finagle up something new and get herself up there and ready for another day at work.

She let out another frustrated sigh when she got up to the counter and noticed that everything she'd constructed to help her run the cash register a little better had been dismantled, too. "Well," she said to herself ruefully, "at least I won't be bored..."

And maybe it would even give her the chance to have a good excuse to avoid going on that date that that squirrel kept asking her out on.

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Thank you, come again! Please do not make fun of Apu's new mullet!

Bozo had big plans for Sunday, so he needed to make a shopping trip. "So, I need six buckets, a package of ping pong balls, some paper plates (a package of forty or so will do), four cans of whipped cream, and I don't know what kind of change you have, but I'm hoping you can help me get a fresh, crisp $100 bill! It's going to go in one of the buckets."

Just your typical Saturday night for Bozo the Clown.

All and sundries were scattered about the counter as she worked on making a new way for her to get down from the counter with ease using a tube of toothpaste, a few safety pins, a role of string, and a gravy boat.

Eat your heart out, MacGuyver.

Screw squirrels, baby. There was only one hot rodent on the island worth paying attention to, and he was free from the hamster ball prison that the hedgehog-haired human had trapped him in, so long ago.

And therefore, it was time for Mr. Winkles to gather... supplies.

Did the stunning female mouse in the stylish jumpsuit happen to know where Mr. Winkles, future ruler of the world at large, could procure some sort of large, mechanized suit with a tiny cockpit that was, say, gerbil-friendly? He was on a budget, but was completely willing to pay in instalments.

What was the sunflower seed to American Dollar exchange rate like in the 80s, anyhow?

Those surprisingly roomy cheeks, that complete and utter lack of respect for common rodent decency, and, most of all, that tell-tell plastic bubble prison that should let any young mouse common with ridding the world of all the bad vermin that gave good little critters such a bad reputation.

Gadget gasped, nearly dropping the toothpaste cap in her hands. "Mr. Winkles! I should have known I'd see you rolling around in here!"

Oh, was she surprised to see him here? Maybe she'd like to hear about all of the other young lady rodents that had that reaction while seeing his sexy gerbil self around the island. Most of them dropped their corn kernels while making happy chittering sounds, however.

Why did the sexy lady have to play so hard to get?

Mr. Winkles held up his little paws, a gesture of peace. He held no ill will against fellow rodents. He simply had grand visions. Visions of a world in which all inferior life forms (particularly those over a foot tall at the shoulder) would willingly bow down to him. Was that so wrong?

Well, sure, those flighty female rodents might tremble their tails at the sight of him, but Gadget was a smart, independent inventor with know use for a man unless they could really prove themselves.

It also helped that she already worked with two chipmunks who didn't believe in pants; it did wonders to help build up an immunity to temptation and kernel dropping.

Gadget folded her arms in front of her, tapping a foot on the counter as she looked down at Mr. Winkles in his plastic prison. "You'll be pretty hard pressed to convince me to help you, Mr. Winkles. I like to use my talents for good, not evil."

Evil? What was this evil of which she spoke? Mr. Winkles only wanted what was best for his rodenty kin! Yourself included, Gadget. All large and ungainly minions would be treated humanely, of course.

Which was to say, they'd be the ones living in the plastic balls and eating pre-chewed grain pellets morning, day, and night.

Turnabout was only fair play, dear Gadget.

"I believe in equality between all species," Gadget informed Mr. Winkles in reply to his silent plea, lifting her chin stubbornly. "Regardless of height or size, fur or scales, four legs or two legs or no legs. I want to create things that elevates all critters, not just us rodents."

Well, that was a truly noble thought.

You know. If you were into that kind of thing.

How was this, then? Mankind would get grains instead of pellets, and Mr. Winkles would think about making exceptions for beavers, capybaras, and muskrats, on the grounds that they were large, but still rodents.

This was about family, Gadget. Family.

"Moving up to grains," Gadget noted, shaking her head. Thank goodness for Zipper; she was an expert at interpreting nonverbal communications at this point. "Think about it this way, Mr. Winkles; I'm sure you've come to me because of the Hackwrench legacy of invention, but where do you think we get the materials we use to make our inventions? From the humans; without them, I wouldn't have nearly as much material, and without them, how would I be able to even construct something even remotely similar to what you're asking of me? There aren't enough sunflowers in the world to make up for the fact that we need them, just as much as they need us."

Perhaps, but even Gadget couldn't deny that humans seldom actually respected what it was that rodentkind had to offer them. Between rat poisons, mouse traps, and, say, hamster balls...

Trust him, pretty lady mouse. Mr. Winkles had spent many an hour among humans. He knew how they worked. He'd be happy to discuss the matter with you further, in fact. Perhaps over some well-aged cheese, or a mostly fresh apple core.

Gadget had to admit, giving a rueful look at the hamster ball, that not everything from the hands of humans were too great. But she had to remind herself firmly that Mr. Winkles had earned his horrible captivity and that she must not feel sympathetic.

And that was especially solidified by the suggestion that such matters should be considered over a meal. Gadget narrowed her eyes. "I would," she allowed, "oblige a consideration of your appeal for my help if you feel you might be able to construct an argument that would not only convince me completely, but also show me that your intentions are not in the least bit nefarious or harmful."

And, to be honest, she was already having blueprints form in her head...

Oh, Mr. Winkles was completely confident that he could piece together such an argument, especially between now and, say, tomorrow evening? Eight-ish? Behind that so very fancy restaurant in town?

He even bowed slightly. See? He could be a proper gentlegerbil when the situation called for it.

Gadget thought she felt the tug of a small smirk, but she quickly chased it away with a cough and a nod.

"I hope your proposal is pretty good," she warned him. She was easily distracted, like now, when all she could think of was this really great pulley system with half of a wide pipe and some string spools that would work as a way for Mr. Winkles to get to the top of his mech.

Fear not, lovely mouse! Mr. Winkles seldom disappoints!

Well, maybe there was that one time with Zack's notebook maze...

But aside from that!

Until tomorrow evening?

Gadget's brain had already left the conversation. "Tomorrow evening," she agreed, waving her hands at Mr. Winkles to shoo him out of the store. She had work to do! She lifted up a Bugle chip with the end bitten off so that her voice could carry over to Apu in the aisles.

"Apu! Could you get me a sleeve of plastic cups and some rubber bands? Thanks!"

DO YOU SEE WHAT I DID THAR?

*dorks*

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